Dreamcards, from a swap
by aisling d'art ©2000 - 2008
These are two ATCs that I created, and what I wrote about them in 2000:
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Dream Card/Nightmare Card, 5 Sept 2000
These are two cards from a recent exchange, with a theme of "Dreams and Nightmares." The originals are 3" x 5" and you can see them by clicking on the images, above.
My dream card features images of my children, DisneyWorld, my paints, and a view of the houses directly across the street from the Royal Shakespeare Company's main theatre and Swan theatre, in Stratford-upon-Avon, Warwickshire, England.
What I hope to show with this collage, is what is most important to me: Color, in all its definitions. My family, experiencing life and having fun as we travel and discover new things; the colors of our emotions, the scenery, and our memories of happy events.
My nightmare card features stark, perhaps menacing images without color or hope.
The images include (top to bottom)
- the same paints as on my Color card,
- the poorhouse in Kilmallock (Co. Limerick) where my gr-great grandmother died, and
- the view (looking up towards the sky) at a castle in Co. Galway.
Over those images, I've added photos of
- a truly spooky angel at the Irish cemetery in Cambridge, Massachusetts, and also
- a self-portrait of my husband.* (Really. He took this photo of himself and gave it to me.)
These are not dark or hopeless images in themselves, but I added drama by increasing contrast, so they take on new aspects.
What surprised me the most is that the Color (dream) card is as many of my recent collages have been: A bit disjointed, compartmentalized, and a little empty.
By contrast, the No Color (nightmare) card flows, the images blend nicely, and I actually prefer this as art, compared with the Color (dream) card. Technically, the No Color one is a vastly better work of art.
I think this is rather revealing, and indicates some self-work ahead of me.
(No, I do not actually think there's "no hope" in this--or any--area of my life. Remember, this art is created from my imagination, using images that I have at hand. Yes, it means something, but please don't take it all literally, or too seriously!)
But, this is what art is about: self-discovery.
Even when I'm dismayed by what I see, it opens the door for me to make changes and improve myself and my life.
So now I'm wondering: Why are my nightmares so much more vivid and easy to access, than my dreams? Why do they flow when the dreams do not seem to reach my consciousness without effort? Why are my images so compartmentalized?
These are, in a way, rhetorical questions. The diary will probably show what I discover.
I can tell you that, when I saw what I'd said with this art, I started taking very positive steps to make immediate changes. I didn't get into this situation overnight, and it probably won't be an overnight change to get things back on track. But I'm working on it, and I see progress, and that's the important part.
* When I said "my husband" in this article about my two ATCs, it was before my 2003 divorce.